مرشدي في اللغة العربية للسنة الثالثة إعدادي

التوزيع السنوي لمقرر مرشدي في اللغة العربية للسنة الثالثة إعدادي

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الأسدس الأول :

	الأسابيع	الحصة الأولى	الحصة الثانية	الحصة الثالثة	الحصة الرابعة
المجال الإسلامي	2	من قيم الإسلام	صياغة اسم الفاعل وصيغ المبالغة	من قيم الإسلام (تتمة)	مهارة السرد (الاكتساب)
	3	ضرورات لا حقوق	عمل اسم الفاعل وصيغ المبالغة	ضرورات لا حقوق(تتمة)	نص تطبيقي على الدرسين اللغويين
	4	الفجر الصادق	صياغة اسم المفعول	الفجر الصادق (تتمة)	مهارة السرد (التطبيق)
	5	الإنسان في الإسلام	عمل اسم المفعول	الإنسان في الإسلام (تتمة)	مهارة السرد (الإنتاج)
	6	غنيت مكة (نص شعري)	نص تطبيقي على الدرسين اللغويين	غنيت مكة (تتمة)	مهارة السرد(التصحيح والتقويم)
	7	المؤلفات : قراءة توجيهية	المؤلفات : قراءة تحليلية1	دعم وتثبيت	الفرض الأول - الأسدس الأول
المجال الوطني والإنساني	8	الفداء حتى النصر	أسماء الزمان والمكان	الفداء حتى النصر (تتمة)	مهارة الوصف (الاكتساب)
	9	الوطن والوطنية	اسم الآلة	الوطن والوطنية (تتمة)	مهارة الوصف (التطبيق)
	10	كلنا نرجو السلام	نص تطبيقي على الدرسين اللغويين	كلنا نرجو السلام (تتمة)	تصحيح الفرض الأول -الأسدس الأول
	11	من أجل مجتمع أفضل	النسبة (الجزء الأول)	من أجل مجتمع أفضل (تتمة)	مهارة الوصف (الإنتاج)
	12	أخي الإنسان (نص شعري)	النسبة (الجزء الثاني)	أخي الإنسان (تتمة)	مهارة الوصف (التصحيح والتقويم)
	13	نص استماعي	نص تطبيقي على الدرسين اللغويين	دعم وتثبيت	الفرض الثاني - الأسدس الأول
المجال الحضاري	14	تقنيات المعلومات	المعاجم	تقنيات المعلومات (تتمة)	مهارة الحجاج (الاكتساب)
	15	مواقع المدن الإسلامية	نص تطبيقي على الدرس اللغوي	مواقع المدن الإسلامية (تتمة)	مهارة الحجاج (التطبيق)
	16	من عبق حضارتنا	مهارة الحجاج (الإنتاج)	من عبق حضارتنا (تتمة)	تصحيح الفرض الثاني - الأسدس الثاني
	17	فاس (نص شعري)	مهارة الحجاج (التصحيح والتقويم)	فاس (تتمة)	المؤلفات : قراءة تحليلية2
	18	المؤلفات : قراءة تركيبية	تقويم إجمالي دوري	تقويم إجمالي دوري	تقويم إجمالي دوري

الأسدس الثاني :

	الأسابيع	الحصة الأولى	الحصة الثانية	الحصة الثالثة	الحصة الرابعة
المجال الاجتماعي والاقتصادي	19	البيت	الإضافة	البيت (تتمة)	مهارة كتابة سيرة ذاتية أو غيرية (الاكتساب)
	20	لحظة غضب	نص تطبيقي على الدرس اللغوي	لحظة غضب (تتمة)	مهارة كتابة سيرة ذاتية أو غيرية (التطبيق)
	21	سلوك مدني	الممنوع من الصرف (الجزء الأول)	سلوك مدني (تتمة)	مهارة كتابة سيرة ذاتية أو غيرية (الإنتاج)
	22	دور المرأة في الاقتصاد الوطني	الممنوع من الصرف (الجزء الثاني)	دور المرأة في الاقتصاد الوطني (تتمة)	مهارة كتابة سيرة ذاتية أو غيرية (التصحيح والتقويم)
	23	بالقرب من زقاقكم (نص شعري)	نص تطبيقي على الدرسين اللغويين	بالقرب من زقاقكم (تتمة)	نص استماعي
	24	دعم وتثبيت	الفرض الأول - الأسدس الثاني	المؤلفات : قراءة توجيهية	المؤلفات : قراءة تحليلية1
المجال السكاني	25	نحن وبيئتنا	اسم التفضيل (صياغته)	نحن وبيئتنا (تتمة)	مهارة تخيل حكاية عجيبة (الاكتساب)
	26	تنظيم الأسرة	أسلوب التعجب	تنظيم الأسرة (تتمة)	تصحيح الفرض الأول - الأسدس الثاني
	27	نحن والمعالم الأثرية	نص تطبيقي على الدرسين اللغويين	نحن والمعالم الأثرية (تتمة)	مهارة تخيل حكاية عجيبة (التطبيق)
	28	مضار التدخين	أسلوب المدح والذم	مضار التدخين (تتمة)	مهارة تخيل حكاية عجيبة (الانتاج)
	29	حوادث السير (نص شعري)	أسلوب النداء	حوادث السير (نص شعري)	مهارة تخيل حكاية عجيبة (التصحيح والتقويم)
	30	نص استماعي	نص تطبيقي على الدرسين اللغويين	دعم وتثبيت	الفرض الثاني - الأسدس الثاني
المجال الفني الثقافي	31	عبقرية الخط العربي	أسلوب الاختصاص	عبقرية الخط العربي(تتمة)	مهارة النقد والحكم (الاكتساب)
	32	الموسيقى الشعبية المغربية	أسلوب الاستفهام	الموسيقى الشعبية المغربية(تتمة)	مهارة النقد والحكم (التطبيق)
	33	رقصة تاسكيوين	نص تطبيقي على الدرسين اللغويين	رقصة تاسكيوين (تتمة)	مهارة النقد والحكم (الإنتاج)
	34	الشاعر (نص شعري)	تصحيح الفرض الثاني - الأسدس الثاني	الشاعر (تتمة)	مهارة النقد والحكم (التصحيح والتقويم)
	35	المؤلفات : قراءة تحليلية2	المؤلفات : قراءة تركيبية	تقويم إجمالي	تقويم ودعم دوري

الامتحان الجهوي الموحد لمادة اللغة العربية - دورة يونيو 2012

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الاختبار الموحد المحلي في مادة اللغة العربية / دورة يناير 2011

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أسطحة البيوت في المدينة مازالت مثقلة بالثلوج التي تراكمت فوقها خلال الأيام الأخيرة، وسكان المدينة يستعدون لمواجهة موجات البرد التي لم تعتد المدينة عليها إلا منذ سنوات قليلة، ويكفي أن تنظر من النافذة لتلاحظ تأهب السكان لمواجهة الاحتمالات القادمة...ومع كل ذلك فإن الاستعداد للاحتفال برأس السنة الجديدة يجري كالمعتاد في الكثير من بيوت المدينة.. إعداد الطعام، وأشرطة الموسيقى والتأهب للذهاب إلى مكان ما وارتداء الملابس الجديدة.... وغيرها من المظاهر التي بدأ السكان يهتمون بها في السنوات الأخيرة.

في المطبخ تراكمت أنواع المأكولات، وفي الصالة الرئيسية وضعت آلة التسجيل، وتخاصرت العديد من المناضد ليوضع فوقها الطعام والفواكه التي أعدت لهذه المناسبة وارتفعت ألسنة اللهب في الموقد الكبير الذي يتوسط الصالة الرئيسية ، وعلى شاشة التلفاز بدت مظاهر عديدة: أضواء.. وأشجار مزينة، وحلبات تزدحم بالراقصين، وموسيقا تصم الآذان، وشبان يتحدون الثلوج ويعلنون عن فرحهم بوسائلهم الخاصة...

تناهضت أمي ببطء شديد وبعد أن جاست وجوهنا جميعاً بعينين غائرتين، أدارت قرص التلفاز نحو محطة أخرى لسماع نشرة الأخبار كما هي عادتها في كل يوم..

بدأت الشاشة تعكس جبالاً من الثلوج تسبح في فضاء أبيض حتى ليخيل إليك أن الأفق قد اتصل بالسماء، وفي أحضان الجبال البيضاء بدا العديد من الفتحات السود التي تفضي إلى خيام غمرتها الثلوج.. تطل منها وجوه سمراء تحاول عنوة الصمود في وجه الريح وهي تحمل ملامح التحدي رغم التعب والكد والانتظار.بعضهم يحاول إشعال النار وبعضهم يكسح الثلوج عن بوابات الخيام.. والبعض الآخر يأبى السكون في محاولة لاشتعال الجسد في وجه الكون المتجلد.

وما أن انتهى العرض حتى امتلأت المآقي بالدموع وتوقفت الريح عن نقل صخب البيوت وجلبتها وتقاطعت نظرات الحزن، واشتعلت النفوس بالعديد من الاسئلة...

علي المزعل . أسرار وجه . منشورات اتحاد الكتاب العرب . 1997 . ص : 41 وما بعدها -بتصرف-

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الفرض الكتابي الأول الأسدس الأول / الثالثة إعدادي (2011 - 2012)

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الثانوية الإعدادية :

مادة اللغة العربية

الموسم الدراسي : 2011 / 2012

الفرض الكتابي الأول ، الأسدس الأول

اسم التلميذ :

القسم :

الرقم الترتيبي :

* نص الانطلاق :
         الدكتور مراد هوفمان ألماني نال شهادة دكتور في القانون من جامعة هارفرد ، وشغل منصب سفير ألمانيا في المغرب . في مقتبل عمره تعرض هوفمان لحادث مرور مروّع ، فقال له الجرّاح بعد أن أنهى إسعافه : "إن مثل هذا الحادث لا ينجو منه في الواقع أحد ، وإن الله يدّخر لك يا عزيزي شيئاً خاصاً جداً"
         وصدّق القدر حدس هذا الطبيب إذ اعتنق الدكتور هوفمان الإسلام بعد دراسة عميقة له ، وبعد معاشرته لأخلاق المسلمين الطيبة في المغرب... ولما أشهر إسلامه حاربته الصحافة الألمانية محاربة ضارية ، وحتى أمه لما أرسل إليها رسالة أشاحت عنها وقالت :"ليبق عند العرب !"
         ولكن هوفمان اعتبر هذا أمرا متوقعا حدوثه ، فلم يكترث به ، يقول : "عندما تعرضت لحملة طعن وتجريح شرسة في وسائل الإعلام بسبب إسلامي ، لم يستطع بعض أصدقائي أن يفهموا عدم اكتراثي بهذه الحملة ، وكان يمكن لهم العثور على التفسير في هذه الآية (( إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ )). وبعد إسلامه ابتدأ الدكتور هوفمان مسيرة التأليف . و من مؤلفاته: كتاب (يوميات مسلم ألماني) ، و(الإسلام عام ألفين) و(الطريق إلى مكة) وكتاب (الإسلام كبديل) الذي أحدث ضجة كبيرة في ألمانيا.                                                عن موقع : صيد الفوائد –بتصرف- http://saaid.net/
أولا : القراءة :
1- حدد نوعية النص :…………………………………………….……………......………..............0.5ن
2- اقترح عنوانا مركبا تركيبا إضافيا للنص : .........................................................0.5ن
3- اشرح بالمرادف : - ضارية : .............................. - أشاحت : .....……………...........1ن
4- استخرج الحدث الرئيسي في النص : ........................................……………….....1ن
5- استخرج أربعة ألفاظ دالة على المجال الذي ينتمي إليه النص : ........…….........1ن
6- استخرج وصفا من أوصاف الدكتور مراد هوفمان وبين نوع الوصف :                  1ن
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7- أبرز القيمة المتضمنة في النص مستدلا عليها …………………………………………..1.5ن
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8-أبد رأيك في تصرف الدكتور هوفمان إزاء الحملة الشرسة التي تعرض لها من طرف وسائل الإعلام. …………………………………………………………………………………...1.5ن
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ثانيا : الدرس اللغوي :
1-اضبط بالشكل التام الكلمات المسطر تحتها داخل النص :
                                          حدس – أمه – ليبق – يفهموا                                    1ن
2- استخرج من النص اسم فاعل من الثلاثي: ........……………............وآخر من غير الثلاثي : ………………………………………………………………………………………….……………1ن
3- ركب جملة مفيدة تستعمل فيها اسم المكان : "مشرق"……………….………..….1.5ن
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4- صغ اسم الآلة من الفعل " سمع" مبينا طريقة صياغته :
- اسم الآلة : ......................... – طريقة صياغته : ........………..................…........1.5ن
5- أعرب : الجملة "متوقعا حدوثه" حسب موقعها من الفقرة الأخيرة من النص : ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..1ن
ثالثا : التعبير والإنشاء : 6ن
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دراسة السيرة الذاتية "رجوع إلى الطفولة" لليلى أبو زيد

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أولا : القراءة التوجيهية.

1- التعريف بالسيرة الذاتية :

السيرة الذاتية هي نص سردي يتطابق فيه السارد والشخصية الرئيسية ، ويعرفها الناقد الأدبي السويسري جان ستاروبنسكي بقوله هي : "سيرة شخص يرويها عن نفسه" ، وفي نظر الكاتب محمد عبد الغني حسن هي : " أن يكتب المرء بنفسه تاريخ نفسه ، فيسجل

حوادثه وأخباره ، ويسرد أعماله وآثاره ، ويذكر أيام طفولته ، وشبابه وكهولته ، وما جرى له فيها من أحداث تعظم أو تضؤل تبعا لأهميته" ، كما يرى الباحث أنيس المقدسي "أن فن السيرة الذاتية نوع من الأدب يجمع بين التحري التاريخي والامتاع القصصي".
أما الناقد الفرنسي فيليب لوجون philippe le jeune فيرى أن السيرة الذاتية هي "حكي استعادي نثري يقوم به شخص واقعي عن وجوده الخاص ، وذلك عندما يركز عن حياته الفردية وعلى تاريخ شخصيته بصفة خاصة".
وعموما ، تتميز السيرة الذاتية بثلاث خصائص :
- الحكي بضمير المتكلم
- واقعية الأحداث والشخصية الرئيسية
- التطابق بين السارد والشخصية الرئيسية

2- التعريف بالساردة :

ولدت ليلى أبو زيد سنة 1950 بالمغرب. درست اللغة الإنجليزية بجامعة محمد الخامس بالرباط ، وحصلت على الإجازة ثم هاجرت إلى الولايات المتحدة الأمريكية ، واشتغلت بالترجمة والتأليف.
بدأت حياتها المهنية كصحفية في التلفزيون ، وعملت في عدة دواوين وزارية ، من بينها ديوان الوزير الأول
من أعمالها : "رجوع إلى الطفولة" ، و"عام الفيل" ، والفصل الأخير ، ومجموعتان قصصيتان بعنوان : "الغريب" و "المدير" . كما كتبت في أدب الرحلة "أمريكا الوجه الآخر" و "بضع سنبلات خضر.

3- ملاحظة عتبات المؤلف :

أ- العنوان : جاء العنوان مركبا إسناديا مكونا من كلمتين يتوسطهما حرف الجر "إلى" ، وقد وردت الكلمة الأولى نكرة للدلالة على رجوع شارد وغير محدد ، أما الكلمة الثانية فوردت معرفة للدلالة على أنها طفولة محددة وموشومة بشكل جيد في ذاكرة الساردة.
يوحي العنوان بالتذكر والزمن الماضي ، فكل تذكر لا يتم إلا عبر الرجوع والاسترجاع ، والطفولة ما هي إلا المرحلة الأولى من هذا الزمن الماضي الخاص بالساردة.
ب- الصورة : تجسد الصور مشهدا لطفلتين إحداهما تكبر الأخرى وتمسك بيدها ، ولعلها الساردة ليلى وأختها. تلتفت الطفلة الكبرى نحو الخلف كأنها خائفة من شيء ما (ربما من ماضيها) ، وينسجم هذا الالتفات مع كلمة "رجوع" الواردة في العنوان.
أما الطفلة الصغرى فتنظرأمامها باتجاه حائط أبيض يدل على المستقبل المبهم المليء بالمفاجآت . والصورة بالأبيض والأسود لتوثيق مرحلة من حياة الساردة ، وللدلالة على جو الحزن الذي يخيم على الطفلتين في تلك الفترة.
ج- المقدمة : تفسر المقدمة الصعوبات التي واجهتها الساردة ليلى أبو زيد في كتابة سيرتها الذاتية. حيث كان العرب يتجنبون السيرة الذاتية ، ويرون في خلفيتها مظهرا من مظاهر الأنانية ، وكشف الأسرار التي من المفترض أن تبقى مستورة ، ولذا كان يعتبر عارا أن يكشف المرء عن أحداث واقعية من حياته. كما أن الساردة كانت امرأة في مجتمع كان حكرا على الرجال ، ووجدت صعوبة في إيجاد مكان لها في ذلك المجتمع.
د- الخاتمة : نجد على الغلاف الأخير من المؤلف كلاما مقتطفا من المقدمة نظرا لأهميته ، وتكراره هنا بالتحديد يدل على تشبت الساردة بمواقفها وأفكارها المتمثلة في ظروف كتابة سيرتها الذاتية وتبرير ترددها في نشرها.

ثانيا : القراءة التحليلية.

1- أحداث فصول المؤلف :

- الفصل الأول : القصيبة.
- انتظار الحافلة للذهاب إلى بني ملال عند الجد.
- وصف العلاقة بين أسرة الأم وأسرة الأب التي يطغى عليها طابع السخرية.
- الاستطراد في وصف قصة جدها في فاس.
- سرد قصة أحمد زوج زبيدة الذي خدع صديقه للاستيلاء على خزنة الذهاب.
- وصف استعداد الأم والجدة لاستقبال ضيوف من فاس ، ووصف الوليمة وتجاذب أطراف الحديث.
- اعتقال والد الساردة بسبب نقله أخبار المستعمر إلى الوطنيين ، والمعاناة التي أعقبت هذا الاعتقال.

الفصل الثاني : صفرو.
- وصول أخبار إلى العائلة بأن أحمد أبو زيد متزوج من امرأة أخرى وأنها تزوره في السجن.
- اكتشاف العائلة أن تلك المرأة ليست زوجة أحمد ، وإنما هي زوجة سجين آخر ممنوع من الزيارة.
- وصف معناة السجناء والوطنيين وما يتعرضون له من تعذيب وضرب وشتم
- وصف عمليات الغسيل يوم الخميس ، وكره الساردة الذهاب إلى الحمام.
- دخولها إلى المدرسة وتفوقها على الفتيات الأخريات.
-الاستطراد في وصف حكايات جدتها ، وسهراتها مع النساء حيث يقضين الوقت في تبادل الألغاز وسرد الحكايات.

الفصل الثالث : الدار البيضاء.
- حزن الساردة لفراق صديقتها.
- دخولها مدرسة المعرف واهتمامها باللغة العربية
- وصف الأحداث التي وقعت بين الفدائيين والمستعمرين وإعادة اعتقال الأب
- خروج الأب من السجن بعد فترة ، ثم اعتقاله من جديد وتعذيبه بسبب مساعدته للوطنيين ووشاية أحد عماله به.
- ميلاد اختها سعاد وتزامن ذلك مع عودة الملك من المنفى وحصول المغرب على الاستقلال
- الاحتفال بتنصيب والده باشا لبني ملال ، وتزامن ذلك مع عقيقة اختها.

الفصل الرابع : الرباط.
- وصف الساردة السكن ببني ملال وانتقالها لمدرسة محمد جسوس.
- وصف القسم الداخلي للمدرسة حيث كانت تحكي القصص لزميلاتها في الداخلية.
- الحكي عن عطلتها في القصيبة داخل بيت العائلة الجديد الذي كان بيت الحاكم الفرنسي.
- انتقال الأب إلى الدار البيضاء ليستقر مع امرأة أخرى واكتفاؤه بإرسال المصروف مع السائق. واعتقاله مع أعضاء الاتحاد الوطني للقوات الشعبية.
- وصف ثانوية مولاي يوسف والأستاذ مولاي علي العلوي الذي كان يناقش كل شيء مع تلاميذه ، وخاصة الأمور السياسية.
- وصف معناة الأب وتعذيبه في سجن القنيطرة.
- ذكر آراء بعض الاتحاديين حول الديموقراطية في المغرب ، وموقفهم من الحكومة المغربية ومقارنتها بالحكومة الجزائرية.
- وفاة والد الساردة ومعه الكثير من المسائل التي لم تجد لها جوبا.

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تطبيقات على اسم الفاعل وصيغ المبالغة (عملهما)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 27 Sep 2015 16:40:00 -0700

الإيمان كالنبع الصافي لايخرج منه إلا السلس العذب وكالنور الوضاء يضيء الوجود حوله ... كذلك المؤمن فهو المانح الخير أينما كان في الشدة والرخاء، والموزع البر والإحسان حيثما حل ومهما كانت الظروف.

ويقول الحق وينطق الصدق ولو على نفسه، فهو ميال بطبعه إلى الطهر والوفاء والنزاهة والصفاء.

جابر حمزة فراج ، جوهر الإيمان ، سلسلة البحوث الإسلامية. ع 78 ، فبراير 1975 . ص 244 (بتصرف)

* الأسئلة :

1- اشرح الكلمات الآتية وركبها في جمل مفيدة : السلس - الشدة - النزاهة
2- بم شبه الكاتب الإيمان؟ ولماذا؟
3- حدد صفات المؤمن كما وردت في النص.
4- اشكل من بداية النص... إلى "مهما كانت الظروف" بعد نقله إلى دفترك.
5- استخرج كل اسم فاعل في النص وحدد فعله ومعموله إن كان عاملا.

6- استخرج من النص صيغة للمبالغة وحدد وزنها وفعلها.

7- حول الجملة إلى المثنى والجمع بنوعيهما مع الشكل التام :
((فهو الموزع البر والإحسان حيثما حل)).

* التصحيح :

الكلمة	شرحها	تركيبها في جملة مفيدة
- السلس - الشدة - النزاهة	اللين ، السهل ، الرقيق القوة ، القسوة ، ضد الرخاء البعد عن السوء وترك الشبهات	- تعجبني القصص ذات الأسلوب السلس. - شدة الرياح تؤدي إلى تحريك السفن الشراعية. - شرف القاضي في نزاهة أقواله وأفعاله.

شبه الكاتب الإيمان بالنبع الصافي والنور الوضاء ، لأنهما يحملان دلالة الخير واليسر والنور ، والطهارة ... وكلها معان يدعو الإيمان إليها.

محسن - صادق - طاهر - وفي - نزيه - صاف

اسم الفاعل	فعله	معموله إن كان عاملا
- الصافي - المؤمن - المانح - الموزع	- صفا - آمن - منح - وزَع	- غير عامل (لم يرفع فاعلا ولم ينصب مفعولا) - غير عامل (لم يرفع فاعلا ولم ينصب مفعولا) - الخير (نصب مفعوله) - البر (نصب المفعول به)

صيغة المبالغة	وزنها	فعلها
- وضاء - ميَال	- فعَال - فعَال	- وضأ - مال

-المثنى المذكر : فهما الموزعان البر والإحسان حيثما حلا

- المثنى المؤنث : فهما الموزعتان البر والإحسان حيثما حلتا

- الجمع المذكر : فهم الموزعون البر والإحسان حيثما حلوا

- الجمع المؤنث : فهن الموزعات البر والإحسان حيثما حللن

غنيت مكة

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 27 Sep 2015 16:36:00 -0700

غـنـيـت مـكـة أهلها الـصـيـدا... و العيد يملأ أضلعي عيدا

فرحـــوا فلألأ تحت كـل سـمـا….بيت على بيت الهدى زيدا

وعلى اسم رب العالمين علا…….بنيانهم كالشــهب ممدودا

يا قارئ القرآن صل لهـــم…..….أهلي هناك، وطيب البيدا

مــن راكـع ويـداه آنــسـتـــا..أن ليس يبقى الباب موصودا

أنا أينما صلـى الأنــام رأت ….. عيني السماء تفتحت جودا

لو رملـة هتفـت بمـبـدعـها….….شجوا لكنت لشجوها عودا

ضج الحجيج هناك فاشتبكي..….بفـمي هـنا يا ورق تغريدا

و أعز ربي الـنـاس كـلـهــم.…بـيـضا فـلا فـرقت أو سودا

لا قـفـرة إلا و تـخـصـبـهـا….إلا و يـعـطي الـعـطر لاعـودا

الأرض ربي وردة وعـدت…..بك أنت تقطـف،فارو موعودا

وجمال وجهك لا يزال رجا…... يرجى و كل سـواه مـردودا

سعيد عقل . ديوان ((كما الأعمدة)). المجلد السادس ، منشورات نونليس . ص : 85

أولا : التعريف بالشاعر : [ سعيد عقل]

مراحل من حياته

أعماله ومؤلفاته

- ولد في زحلة بلبنان سنة 1912م
- مارس الصحافة والتعليم
- يعتبر من أكبر الدعاة إلى القومية اللبنانية اللبنانية
- تميز شعره بالتجديد
- نال جائزة الجامعة الأدبية للرواية سنة 1935

* دواوينه الشعرية: رندلى 1950 ـ أجمل منك لا 1960 ـ لبنان إن حكى 1960 ـ كأس لخمر 1961 ـ أجراس الياسمين 1971ـ كتاب الورد 1972 ـ قصائد من دفترها 1972 ـ دلزي 1973 ـ خماسيات 1980 ــ يارا 1981 ـ وصدرت مؤلفاته الشعرية الكاملة 1992.
*مؤلفاته : بنت يفتاح ـ المجدلية ـ قدموس ـ النخبة في الشرق ـ كما للأعمدة ـ الوثيقة النبادعية.

ثانيا : ملاحظة النص واستكشافه :

1- العنوان : يتكون من ثلاث كلمات تكون فيما بينها مركبا إسناديا يوحي بالفرح والاحتفال
2- بداية النص : - يجد العنوان صداه في بداية القصيدة حيث تكرر كاملا ، ويشير البيت الأول من القصيدة إلى موصوفين : أهل مكة (المتصفين بالكرم) والشاعر (المتصف بالفرح)
3- نهاية النص : تكررت فيها لفظة “رجاء” بصيغتي الفعل والمصدر (رجا – يرجى) مما يدفعنا إلى طرح فرضية تتعلق بشوق الشاعر لزيارة بيت الله الحرام.
4- الصورة المرفقة : تنسجم مع العنوان لأنها تمثل مشهدا للكعبة المشرفة ، كما تنسجم مع البيت الأول الذي يصف أهل مكة بالكرم (أهلها الصيدا) هذا الكرم تجسده الشخصيات التي تحلق حول الكعبة ويقوم البعض منها بأشغال الصيانة والتنظيف استعدادا لاستقبال الحجيج.
5- نوعية النص : قصيدة شعرية عمودية في غرض المدح والوصف ذات بعد إسلامي

ثالثا : فهم النص :

1- الإيضاح اللغوي :
- هتفت : صاحت ودع
- قفرة : أرض خلاء لا ماء فيها ولا عشب ولا بشر
- الأنام : جميع ما على الأرض من الخلق وقد يشمل الجنّ ، وغلبت في الدلالة على البشر
2- الفكرة المحورية :
مدح الشاعر لمكة ووصف الحجاج والدعاء لأجلهم

رابعا : تحليل النص :

1- الأفكار الأساسية :

المقطع	حيزه داخل النص	مضمونه
[1]	من : غنيت مكة..… إلى : ………كالشهب ممدودا	فرح الشاعر بالعيد ومدحه أهل مكة المجتمعين لأداء مناسك الحج
[2]	من : يا قارئ القرآن…. إلى : ……..ويعطي العطر لا عودا	دعاؤه للحجاج وابتهاله إلى الله من أجل عزة الناس كافة دون تمييز
[3]	من : الأرض ربي وردة…….… إلى : ……...وكل سواه مردودا	أمله في استجابة الله تعالى لدعائه

2- الحقول الدلالية :

ما يدل على القيم الدينية	ما يدل على الشوق والحنين
القرآن – صل لهم – راكع – صلى الأنام – ربي - الحجيج	كنت لشجوها عودا – اشتبكي بفمي – لا يزال رجا – يرجى

خامسا : التركيب والتقويم :

         فرح الشاعر بمقدم العيد ، و عبر عن سعادته وهو يصف أهل مكة ويمدح الحجاج الذين اجتمعوا هناك لأدء مناسك الحج ، داعيا لهم في صلاته ولسائر الناس بالعزة ..ويبدو أن الشاعر شديد التعلق بمكة المكرمة ، فرغم بعده عنها إلا أن قلبه يخفق بحبها (ضج الحجيج هناك فاشتبكي…بفمي هنا يا ورق تغريدا) . وفي آخر القصيدة يناجي الشاعر ربه ويرجو استجابته لدعائه.
     *** من الخصائص الفنية للقصيدة نذكر :
- الطباق : بيضا / سودا
- الجناس : العيد/عيدا    - على / علا
- الاستعارة : لو رملة هتفت بمبدعها
- التشبيه : كالشهب ممدودا

مهارة وصف الشخوص والأمكنة

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 27 Sep 2015 16:29:00 -0700

أولا : التعريف بالمهارة :

الوصف هو تقنية للتعبير ينقل من خلالها الواصف ما يدركه بصريا إلى خطاب مكتوب ، وبتعبير آخر فالوصف رسم بالكلمات وتصوير للمشاهد وتعبير عن الإنفعالات والأحاسيس والمواقف. وكل نص وصفي يتميز بحضور عنصرين رئيسيين : الموصوف وأوصافه

ثانيا : خطوات المهارة :

لكتابة نص وصفي نحدد العناصر التالية :
- الموصوف الرئيسي :
- الموصوفات الفرعية :
- الامتدادات الوصفية :
وفي ما يلي خطاطة توضيحية لطريقة عمل هذه العناصر في النص الوصفي :

الموصوف الرئيسي

يمكن أن يكون الموصوف الرئيسي شخصا أو مكانا أو حيوانا أو غير ذلك

الموصوفات الفرعية	موصوف فرعي 1	موصوف فرعي 2	موصوف فرعي 3
الامتدادات الوصفية	امتداد وصفي 1	امتداد وصفي 2	امتداد وصفي 3

* الآن افتح الكتاب المدرسي ( مرشدي في اللغة العربية ) ، وهلم معي لتطبيق هذه الخطاطة الوصفية على نص الانطلاق صفحة : 15
- اقرأ نص الانطلاق صفحة : 15 قراءة جيدة ومركزة
- استخرج الموصوفين الرئيسيين المتضمنين في النص
- حدد الموصوفات الفرعية المتفرعة عن كل موصوف رئيسي
- استخرج أمثلة للامتدادات الوصفية المتفرعة عن الموصوفات الفرعية

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* قارن الآن بين الإجابات التي توصلت إليها والإجابات الصحيحة الواردة في هذا الجدول :

الموصوف الرئيسي

الموصوف الرئيسي 1 : المسجد

الموصوف الرئيسي 2 : المؤذن

الموصوفات الفرعية	الموقع	الشكل الهندسي	الأثاث والديكور	الاوصاف الجسمية	الأوصاف النفسية	الأفعال والحركات
الامتدادات الوصفية	- الدار البيضاء - مطل على البحر	- صومعته الشامخة - صحنه الممتد - ساقيته الرخامية - موصول برواق…	- تطل على الرائي مشربيتان -فنون العمارة الإسلامية - زخارف خطية ونباتية وهندسية	- برنوسه الأبيض - طربوشه الأحمر - شاب فتي - متوسط الطول …	- في وجهه وقار - … بأدب وتواضع	- يحيي… - يحلق بالمصعد - يشرع في إنشاء التهليلة

* لاحظ أولا أن كل موصوف رئيسي له ثلاثة موصوفات فرعية ، ولاحظ ثانيا أن الامتدادات الوصفية تهيمن فيها الجمل الإسمية (مبتدأ وخبر) ، والجمل النعتية (نعت ومنعوت)
وبناء على ذلك تكتشف أن النص الوصفي نص يتسم بالثبات والاستقرار على عكس النص السردي المتسم بالتحول والحركة ( انظر المهارة السابقة : مهارة كتابة اليوميات وقارنها بالمهارة الحالية)

ثالثا : خلاصة واستنتاج :

تعتمد مهارة الوصف على تحديد الموصوف الرئيسي المراد وصفه ، وتحديد موصوفاته الفرعية و الامتدادات الوصفية . وقد تعرفت في تفاصيل هذا الدرس على مميزات الموصوف الرئيسي ، ورأيت أنه يمكن أن يكون شخصا أو مكانا أو غيرهما.
فكيف نصف الشخوص والأمكنة ؟
1- وصف الشخوص : عندما أصف شخصا أركز على الجوانب التالية :
أ- الأوصاف الجسمية : الملامح - الهيئة - اللباس ….
ب- الأوصاف النفسية : المزاج والتصرفات – المشاعر والمواقف – الأفكار ….
ج- الأوصاف الاجتماعية : الاسم – السن – الجنس – الوضعية الاجتماعية
د الأفعال والحركات .
2- وصف الأمكنة : عندما أصف مكانا أركز على الجوانب التالية :
أ- موقع المكان
ب- هندسة المكان
ج- الأثاث والديكور

رابعا: نموذجان للتطبيق والاستئناس :

النموذج الأول : وصف شخص :
مدرس اللغة الفرنسية رجل نحيل, يميل وجهه إلى العرض أكثر مما يميل إلى الطول, يلبس على رأسه العريض طربوشا شديد القصر, فكان يبدو لنا كما لو كنا نراه مجلوا في مرآة مشوهة.... قصير القامة, يرتدي برنسا دون جلباب, يحلو له دائما أن يرمي بجناحيه معا إلى الوراء, ويعقد عليهما يديه النحيلتين المشعرتين, وكان شعر ذقنه الحليق كثيفا يتطاول فيكاد يصل إلى عينه, وينحدر إلى مسافة بعيدة مع عنقه. شديد سواد شعر الحاجبين, وله عينان حادتان قلقتان, وأنف أفطس. وكان صوته قويا حادا, وبذلك كان مجرد النظر إليه - وهو يذرع الفصل - يغريني بأن أسترسل في الضحك دون أن أعرف لماذا, ولهذا كنت أحرص حرصا شديدا على ألا أنظر إليه.

في الطفولة لعبد المجيد بن جلون

النموذج الثاني : وصف مكان :

يتألف المنزل من دورين وتوجد في الدور الأول غرفة الاستقبال, ذات المقاعد الوثيرة, وقد زينت جدرانها بالصور. وتقع فيها العين هنا وهناك على تمثال صغير أو باقة من الزهور أو تحفة صغيرة تسترعي الأنظار. ويوجد بها إلى جانب ذلك حاك ومجموعة كبيرة من الأسطوانات, ثم تليها غرفة الجلوس العادية, وبها بعض المقاعد والكراسي, ومنضدة قد تراكمت عليها الصحف, وفي الزاوية رفوف عليها كتب. ثم غرفة المائدة وفيها مائدة كبيرة مربعة تحيط بها الكراسي, وعلى أحد الحيطان رفوف طويلة ملأى بمستلزمات المائدة, وفي الزاوية قفص كبير به ببغاء. ويتألف الدور الثاني من ثلاث غرف, لكل من الشابين غرفة والثالثة وهي أكبرها مخصصة للأخوات الثلاث

في الطفولة لعبد المجيد بن جلون

اسم الفاعل وعمله - صيغ المبالغة

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 27 Sep 2015 16:24:00 -0700

أولا: تعريف اسم الفاعل :

* تأمل المثال التالي : - كتب التلميذ الدرس فهو كاتبه : أي فاعله او القائم بفعل الكتابة
* استنتاج : - اسم الفاعل اسم مشتق للدلالة على من قام بالفعل

ثانيا : طريقة صياغته :

* أمثلة :

الفعل	اسم الفاعل	*	الفعل	مضارعه	اسم الفاعل
- وقف - كتب - عمل	- واقف - كاتب - عامل	* *	- استنتج - أسلم - انفتح	- يستنتِج - يسلِم - ينفتِح	- مُسْتَنْتِج - مُسْلِم - مُنْفَتِح

* استنتاج : يصاغ اسم الفاعل من الثلاثي على وزن فاعل ومن غير الثلاثي على وزن مضارعه بإبدال حرف المضارعة ميما مضمومة وكسر ما قبل الآخر.

ثالثا : حالات عمل اسم الفاعل :

* أمثلة :

التراكيب	اسم الفاعل	عمله	حالته
- العدل من صفات المؤمن	- المؤمن	- غير عامل (لا يقصد منه بيان فاعله أو مفعوله)	------------------------
- أقبل الناجح أخوه - الحق قاطع سيفه الباطل - ما كاتب صديقك درسه - أعارف أنت قدر الإنصاف؟ - يا مهملا عمله ، انتبه - “يخرج من بطونها شراب مختلف ألوانه” - جاء القائد حاملا بشارة	- الناجح - قاطع - كاتب - عارف - مهملا - مختلف - حاملا	- رفع الفاعل : (أخوه) - رفع الفاعل (سيف) ونصب المفعول به (الباطل) - رفع الفاعل (صديق) ونصب المفعول به (درس) - رفع الفاعل (أنت) ونصب المفعول به (قدر) - رفع الفاعل (ض مستتر) ونصب المفعول به (عمل) - رفع الفاعل (ألوان) - رفع الفاعل (ض مستتر) ونصب المفعول به (بشارة)	- مقترن بأل - مجرد من أل(يدل على الحاضروالمستقبل+مسبوق بمبتدأ) - مجرد من أل(يدل على الحاضر والمستقبل+مسبوق بنفي) - مجرد من أل(يدل على الحاضر والمستقبل+مسبوق باستفهام) -مجرد من أل(يدل على الحاضر والمستقبل+مسبوق بنداء) - مجرد من أل(يدل على الحاضر والمستقبل+مسبوق بموصوف) - مجرد من أل(يدل على الحاضر والمستقبل+مسبوق بصاحب الحال)

* استنتاج : يعمل اسم الفاعل عمل فعله في حالتين :
1- المقترن بأل : يعمل بدون شروط
2- المجرد من أل : يعمل بشرطين :
                   أ- أن يدل على الحال أو الاستقبال
                  ب- أن يكون مسبوقا بنداء أو استفهام أو مبتدأ أو موصوف أو صاحب الحال.

رابعا : صيغ المبالغة :

* أمثلة :
- أنا الشكور نعمة الله
- ما حلال زيد مشكلته
- المؤمن سميع أمر ربه
*استنتاج :
- صيغ المبالغة هي صيغ مشتقة للدلالة على من يقوم بالفعل بكثرة أو يتصف بصفة ما اتصافا شديدا
- لصيغ المبالغة خمسة أوزان هي : فعول - فعيل - مفعال - فعال - فعل
- تعمل صيغ المبالغة عمل اسم الفاعل بنفس شروطه.

تمارين تطبيقية :

1- عين اسم الفاعل فيما يأتي. واذكر فعله :
- قال تعالى:{الذين يُنفقون في السَّراء والضَّراء، والكاظمينَ الغيظَ والعافين عن الناس، والله يحب المحسنين}
- من خير صفات الرجل أن يكون صابراً شاكراً، لا جازعاً جاحداً.
- الشجاع في الميدان مستعذِبٌ الموت في سبيل الله.
- الفارس مُستَقِل جواده.
- الطالب مُسْتَعِد للامتحان.
- القائد الماهر يعرف حقيقة عدوه.
2- عين صيغ المبالغة في الجمل الآتية، ثم زن كل صيغة :
- المؤمن صبُور، لا حَسّاد ولا مُختال.
- قال تعالى: { ولا تطع كل حلاف مَهِين، همَّاز مشَّاء بنميم، مناع للخير مُعتدٍ أثيم }
- الطالب فهم دروسه.
3- ضع بدل كل فعل في الجمل الآتية اسم فاعل وبين عمله:
- القاضي العادل يُعطي الناس حقوقهم.
- أيهمل صديقك زيارتك.
- العاقل يترك مصادقة الكسول.
- ما يستغني إنسان عن العلم.
- يعجبني صديق يحب الخير للناس.
4- هات صيغ المبالغة من الأفعال الآتية، ثم زنها، وضعها في جمل تامة : فهم، كرم ، جاد ، غفر ، ثاب ، لام ، وصل
5- ضع في كل مكان خال مما يأتي مفعولاً به لاسم الفاعل أو صيغة المبالغة، أو مفعولين إن اقتضى الأمر ذلك:
- الله تعالى غفَّار ..................- ما مهمل أخوك .................. - يعجبني رجل معطٍ ..................
- المسرف متلاف ..................- هذا الشاهد قوّالٌ ..................- أشكور أنت ..................
-أمكرم أخوك .................. - العاقل تارك ..................

من قيم الإسلام

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قال الله سبحانه وتعالى في سورة القصص :

وَلَمَّا تَوَجَّهَ تِلْقَاءَ مَدْيَنَ قَالَ عَسَى رَبِّي أَنْ يَهْدِيَنِي سَوَاءَ السَّبِيلِ ( 22 ) وَلَمَّا وَرَدَ مَاءَ مَدْيَنَ وَجَدَ عَلَيْهِ أُمَّةً مِنَ النَّاسِ يَسْقُونَ وَوَجَدَ مِنْ دُونِهِمُ امْرَأتَيْنِ تَذُودَانِ قَالَ مَا خَطْبُكُمَا قَالَتَا لا نَسْقِي حَتَّى يُصْدِرَ الرِّعَاءُ وَأَبُونَا شَيْخٌ كَبِيرٌ ( 23 ) فَسَقَى لَهُمَا ثُمَّ تَوَلَّى إِلَى الظِّلِّ فَقَالَ رَبِّ إِنِّي لِمَا أَنْزَلْتَ إِلَيَّ مِنْ خَيْرٍ فَقِيرٌ ( 24 ) فَجَاءَتْهُ إِحْدَاهُمَا تَمْشِي عَلَى اسْتِحْيَاءٍ قَالَتْ إِنَّ أَبِي يَدْعُوكَ لِيَجْزِيَكَ أَجْرَ مَا سَقَيْتَ لَنَا فَلَمَّا جَاءَهُ وَقَصَّ عَلَيْهِ الْقَصَصَ قَالَ لا تَخَفْ نَجَوْتَ مِنَ الْقَوْمِ الظَّالِمِينَ ( 25 ) قَالَتْ إِحْدَاهُمَا يَا أَبَتِ اسْتَأْجِرْهُ إِنَّ خَيْرَ مَنِ اسْتَأْجَرْتَ الْقَوِيُّ الأَمِينُ ( 26 ) قَالَ إِنِّي أُرِيدُ أَنْ أُنْكِحَكَ إِحْدَى ابْنَتَيَّ هَاتَيْنِ عَلَى أَنْ تَأْجُرَنِي ثَمَانِيَ حِجَجٍ فَإِنْ أَتْمَمْتَ عَشْرًا فَمِنْ عِنْدِكَ وَمَا أُرِيدُ أَنْ أَشُقَّ عَلَيْكَ سَتَجِدُنِي إِنْ شَاءَ اللَّهُ مِنَ الصَّالِحِينَ ( 27 ) قَالَ ذَلِكَ بَيْنِي وَبَيْنَكَ أَيَّمَا الأَجَلَيْنِ قَضَيْتُ فَلا عُدْوَانَ عَلَيَّ وَاللَّهُ عَلَى مَا نَقُولُ وَكِيلٌ ( 28 )

صدق الله العظيم

* تعريف القرآن الكريم :
القرآن الكريم لغة : من فعل [ قرأ ، يقرأ ، قراءة ، وقرآنا ] الشيء : تلاه
واصطلاحا : هو كلام الله المنزل على الرسول محمد صلى الله عليه وسلم ، بواسطة جبريل عليه السلام ليكون دستورا للأمة ، وحجة على صدق الرسالة المحمدية ... المبدوء بسورة الفاتحة المختوم بسورة الناس ، المنقول إلينا بالتواتر ، جيلا عن جيل ، محفوظا من كل تحريف أو تزوير .

* التعريف بسورة القصص :
سورة القصص سورة مكية ، عدد آياتها 88 آية ، وهي السورة الثامنة والعشرون في ترتيب المصحف . سميت “سورة القصص” لأن الله تعالى ذكر فيها قصة موسى عليه السلام مفصلة موضحة من ولادته إلى حين إرساله نبيا .

أولا : ملاحظة النص واستكشافه :

1- يتكون عنوان النص من ثلاث كلمات تكون فيما بينها مركبا إضافيا (قيم الإسلام) مسبوقا بحرف الجر “من” الدال على التبعيض ، بمعنى : بعض من قيم الإسلام . ويمكن تقدير المبتدأ المحذوف هنا بقولنا : “هذا من قيم الإسلام” ، فيصبح العنوان مركبا إسناديا من مبتدإ وخبر (المبتدأ : هذا – الخبر : من قيم)
2- تشير الآية (22) في بداية النص إلى وجهة مقصودة هي “مدين” في حين تغيب نقطة الانطلاق..فعلام يدل ذلك ؟ لا شك أنك توصلت إلى أن هذا النص هو جزء من قصة موسى عليه السلام..وعليه فإن الجزء الأول من هذه القصة قد حدث في مكان آخر غير “مدين”..وبالإضافة إلى هذا المؤشر المكاني تتضمن الآية (22) مؤشرا زمانيا (لما) ..وهما معا (أي المؤشران المكاني والزماني) من مقومات القصة عامة والقصة القرآنية بشكل خاص.
3- تشترك الآية (22) مع الآية (28) في معنى واحد هو : تفويض الأمر إلى الله تعالى.
* نوعية النص : آيات بينات من الذكر الحكيم تندرج ضمن القصص القرآني.

ثانيا : فهم النص :

1- شروح وإضاءات :
- تذودان : تحبسان وتمنعان غنمهما عن ورود الماء
- حتى يصدر الرعاء : حتى ينصرف الرعاة ويرجعوا
- الحجج : السنوات ، مفردها : حجة.
2- المضمون العام :
قصة موسى عليه السلام من توجهه الى مدين ومساعدته لامرأتين في سقي غنمهما إلى غاية مكافأته على مروءته وأخلاقه الفاضلة.

ثالثا : تحليل النص :

1 - أحداث قصة موسى عليه السلام :
* [ من الآية 22 إلى الآية 24 ]
- اتجه موسى عليه السلام إلى مدين ، ولما وصلها وجد امرأتين عاجزتين عن سقي غنمهما فرق لحالهما وسقى لهما.
* [من الآية 25 لإلى الآية 28 ]
- استدعى الأب موسى عليه السلام لمكافأته على صنيعه باستئجاره راعيا لغنمه وتزويجه إحدى ابنتيه.

2- القيم الإسلامية المحمولة في النص :

القيم	الآيات التي تناسبها
- المروءة	- “فسقى لهما”
- الاستسلام لله	-“فقال رب إني لما أنزلت إلي من خير فقير”
- الحياء والعفة	- “تمشي على استحياء”
- مبادلة الإحسان بالإحسان	- “إن أبي يدعوك ليجزيك أجر ما سقيت لنا”
- الأمانة والقوة	- “خير من استأجرت القوي الأمين”

3- شخصيات القصة :

الشخصيات	أوصافها
- موسى عليه السلام	- متوكل على الله – ذو مروءة – قوي أمين -
- المرأتان	- راعيتان – عفيفتان -
- أب المرأتين	- شيخ كبير – مواس لموسى – من الصالحين – مبادل للإحسان بالإحسان.

رابعا : التركيب والتقويم :

      وصل موسى إلى مدين ووجد فيها جماعة من الرعاة يسقون غنمهم ، ووجد امرأتين تكفان غنمهما لكي لا يختلط بغنم القوم .
أحس موسى بما يشبه الإلهام أن الفتاتين في حاجة إلى المساعدة. تقدم منهما وسأل هل يستطيع أن يساعدهما في شيء.
قالت إحداهما: نحن ننتظر أن ينتهي الرعاة من سقي غنمهم لنسقي.
سأل موسى: ولماذا لا تسقيان؟
قالت الأخرى: لا نستطيع أن نزاحم الرجال.
اندهش موسى لأنهما ترعيان الغنم. المفروض أن يرعى الرجال الأغنام. هذه مهمة شاقة ومتعبة وتحتاج إلى اليقظة.
سأل موسى: لماذا ترعيان الغنم؟
فقالت واحدة منهما: أبونا شيخ كبير لا تساعده صحته على الخروج كل يوم للرعي.
فقال موسى: سأسقي لكما.
        سار موسى نحو الماء. وسقى لهم الغنم مع بقية الرعاة. وفي رواية أن أن الرعاة قد وضعوا على فم البئر بعد أن انتهوا منها صخرة ضخمة لا يستطيع أن يحركها غير عدد من الرجال. فرفع موسى الصخرة وحده. وسقى لهما الغنم وأعاد الصخرة إلى مكانها، وتركهما وعاد يجلس تحت ظل الشجرة. وتذكر لحظتها الله وناداه في قلبه: (رَبِّ إِنِّي لِمَا أَنزَلْتَ إِلَيَّ مِنْ خَيْرٍ فَقِيرٌ).
       عادت الفتاتان إلى أبيهما الشيخ.
سأل الأب: عدتما اليوم سريعا على غير العادة؟!
قالت إحداهما: تقابلنا مع رجل كريم سقى لنا الغنم.
فقال الأب لابنته: اذهبي إليه وقولي له: (إِنَّ أَبِي يَدْعُوكَ) ليعطيك (أَجْرَ مَا سَقَيْتَ لَنَا).
         ذهبت واحدة من الفتاتين إلى موسى، ووقفت أمامه وأبلغته رسالة أبيها. فنهض موسى وبصره في الأرض. إنه لم يسق لهما الغنم ليأخذ منهن أجرا، وإنما ساعدهما لوجه الله، غير أنه أحس في داخله أن الله هو الذي يوجه قدميه فنهض. سارت البنت أمامه. هبت الرياح فضربت ثوبها فخفض موسى بصره حياء وقال لها: سأسير أنا أمامك ونبهيني أنت إلى الطريق.
       وصلا إلى الشيخ. قال بعض المفسرين إن هذا الشيخ هو النبي شعيب. عمر طويلا بعد موت قومه. وقيل إنه ابن أخي شعيب. وقيل ابن عمه، وقيل رجل مؤمن من قوم شعيب الذين آمنوا به. لا نعرف أكثر من كونه شيخا صالحا.
قدم له الشيخ الطعام وسأله: من أين قدم وإلى أين سيذهب؟ حدثه موسى عن قصته. قال الشيخ: (لَا تَخَفْ نَجَوْتَ مِنَ الْقَوْمِ الظَّالِمِينَ). هذه البلاد لا تتبع مصر، ولن يصلوا إليك هنا. اطمأن موسى ونهض لينصرف.
       قالت ابنة الشيخ لأبيها همسا: (يَا أَبَتِ اسْتَأْجِرْهُ إِنَّ خَيْرَ مَنِ اسْتَأْجَرْتَ الْقَوِيُّ الْأَمِينُ).
سألها الأب: كيف عرفت أنه قوي؟
قالت: رفع وحده صخرة لا يرفعها غير عدد رجال.
سألها: وكيف عرفت أنه أمين؟
قالت: رفض أن يسير خلفي وسار أمامي حتى لا ينظر إلي وأنا أمشي. وطوال الوقت الذي كنت أكلمه فيه كان يضع عينيه في الأرض حياء وأدبا.
         وعاد الشيخ لموسى وقال له : أريد يا موسى أن أزوجك إحدى ابنتي على أن تعمل في رعي الغنم عندي ثماني سنوات، فإن أتممت عشر سنوات، فمن كرمك، لا أريد أن أتعبك، (سَتَجِدُنِي إِن شَاء اللَّهُ مِنَ الصَّالِحِينَ). قال موسى: هذا اتفاق بيني وبينك. والله شاهد على اتفاقنا. سواء قضيت السنوات الثمانية، أو العشر سنوات فأنا حر بعدها في الذهاب.
* إن الغاية من القصص القرآنية هي تثبيث فؤاد الرسول محمد صلى الله عليه وسلم ، وأخذ العبرة والموعظة ، و التشبع بمجموعة من القيم الإسلامية كالصبر ، والعفة ، والحياء ، والمروءة ، والتوكل على الله…

Sample Post with Pagination and Slide Featured Content

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Chapter 1

The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.

Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.

Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.

Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.
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His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.

It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.
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At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.

Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad's sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if SHE could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward's pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate's desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one's rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.

But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.
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In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.

The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.

Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.

That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.
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When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.

It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.

Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.

As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.

The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder.

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We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.
As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.

"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"

"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."

"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."

"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"
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Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.

"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"
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And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.

A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.

"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"

But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.

"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"

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But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.

Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.

That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.

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So, quite unexpectedly, my brother found himself, panting, with a cut mouth, a bruised jaw, and bloodstained knuckles, driving along an unknown lane with these two women.

[soundcloud featured="1" src="84469084"/]He learned they were the wife and the younger sister of a surgeon living at Stanmore, who had come in the small hours from a dangerous case at Pinner, and heard at some railway station on his way of the Martian advance. He had hurried home, roused the women--their servant had left them two days before--packed some provisions, put his revolver under the seat--luckily for my brother--and told them to drive on to Edgware, with the idea of getting a train there. He stopped behind to tell the neighbours. He would overtake them, he said, at about half past four in the morning, and now it was nearly nine and they had seen nothing of him. They could not stop in Edgware because of the growing traffic through the place, and so they had come into this side lane.

'I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said the Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the archbishop find?'

That was the story they told my brother in fragments when presently they stopped again, nearer to New Barnet. He promised to stay with them, at least until they could determine what to do, or until the missing man arrived, and professed to be an expert shot with the revolver--a weapon strange to him--in order to give them confidence.

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Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now, since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fireside, the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.

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First comes white-horse, so called, which is obtained from the tapering part of the fish, and also from the thicker portions of his flukes. It is tough with congealed tendons—a wad of muscle—but still contains some oil. After being severed from the whale, the white-horse is first cut into portable oblongs ere going to the mincer. They look much like blocks of Berkshire marble.

Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald City; and the Winkies gave them three cheers and many good wishes to carry with them.

I tried to convince her that I was sincere, but she simply couldn't forget the humiliation that I had put upon her on that other occasion
"If you mean all that you say you will have ample chance to prove it," she said, "if Jubal does not catch and kill you
I am in your power, and the treatment you accord me will be the best proof of your intentions toward me
I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again
" Dian certainly was candid
There was no gainsaying that
In fact I found candor and directness to be quite a marked characteristic of the cave men of Pellucidar
Finally I suggested that we make some attempt to gain my cave, where we might escape the searching Jubal, for I am free to admit that I had no considerable desire to meet the formidable and ferocious creature, of whose mighty prowess Dian had told me when I first met her

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We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.

As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.

"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"

"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."

"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."

"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"

Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.

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And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.

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A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.

"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"

But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.

"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"
But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.

Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.

That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.

But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered
And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king
Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable
Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra
But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond the summit, for here I found that several of them centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which one I had traversed to reach the pass I could not for the life of me remember

But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered. And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king. Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable. Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to.

"Alas! In my hurry—I—I forgot—" "What?" "To turn off the gas in my room!" "Very well, young man," returned Mr
Fogg, coolly; "it will burn—at your expense
" Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End
The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members
From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England
The boasted "tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim

We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one

We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one of the warriors, bearing arms, accouterments and ornaments, and in a flash one of her questions was answered and a puzzle cleared up for me. I saw that the body of my dead antagonist had been stripped, and I read in the menacing yet respectful attitude of the warrior who had brought me these trophies of the kill the same demeanor as that evinced by the other who had brought me my original equipment, and now for the first time I realized that my blow, on the occasion of my first battle in the audience chamber had resulted in the death of my adversary.

"Aye, I see!—wanted to part it; free the fast-fish—an old trick—I know him."

"There are almost as many conjectures as to that as there are geologists," was his answer. "One estimates it thirty miles, because the internal heat, increasing at the rate of about one degree to each sixty to seventy feet depth, would be sufficient to fuse the most refractory substances at that distance beneath the surface. Another finds that the phenomena of precession and nutation require that the earth, if not entirely solid, must at least have a shell not less than eight hundred to a thousand miles in thickness. So there you are.

The old man looked at me for a long time before he spoke.

At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.

"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them to pieces."

"Who are you, Zodangan?" she whispered. "Another enemy to harass me in my misery?"

The old man accelerated his pace, sniffing eagerly as he neared the fire.
"Mussels!" he muttered ecstatically. "Mussels! And ain't that a crab, Hoo-Hoo? Ain't that a crab? My, my, you boys are good to your old grandsire."

Hoo-Hoo, who was apparently of the same age as Edwin, grinned.

"All you want, Granser. I got four."

They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention.

I had observed on the two occasions when I had seen her that the prisoner exchanged words with her guards, and this convinced me that they spoke, or at least could make themselves understood by a common language. With this added incentive I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities to hasten on my education and within a few more days I had mastered the Martian tongue sufficiently well to enable me to carry on a passable conversation and to fully understand practically all that I heard.

At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youthful ward, myself, and Woola the hound. After they had retired for the night it was customary for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation for a short time before lapsing into sleep, and now that I could understand their language I was always a keen listener, although I never proffered any remarks myself.

On the night following the prisoner's visit to the audience chamber the conversation finally fell upon this subject, and I was all ears on the instant. I had feared to question Sola relative to the beautiful captive, as I could not but recall the strange expression I had noted upon her face after my first encounter with the prisoner. That it denoted jealousy I could not say, and yet, judging all things by mundane standards as I still did, I felt it safer to affect indifference in the matter until I learned more surely Sola's attitude toward the object of my solicitude.

Sarkoja, one of the older women who shared our domicile, had been present at the audience as one of the captive's guards, and it was toward her the question turned.

At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves.

Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left. It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication. This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.

Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.

This smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal. At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.[left-post]

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 14 Oct 2014 18:19:00 -0700

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It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.

Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.

As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.

The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder.

We traversed a trackless waste of moss which, bending to the pressure of broad tire or padded foot, rose up again behind us, leaving no sign that we had passed. We might indeed have been the wraiths of the departed dead upon the dead sea of that dying planet for all the sound or sign we made in passing. It was the first march of a large body of men and animals I had ever witnessed which raised no dust and left no spoor; for there is no dust upon Mars except in the cultivated districts during the winter months, and even then the absence of high winds renders it almost unnoticeable.

We camped that night at the foot of the hills we had been approaching for two days and which marked the southern boundary of this particular sea. Our animals had been two days without drink, nor had they had water for nearly two months, not since shortly after leaving Thark; but, as Tars Tarkas explained to me, they require but little and can live almost indefinitely upon the moss which covers Barsoom, and which, he told me, holds in its tiny stems sufficient moisture to meet the limited demands of the animals.

After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-like food and vegetable milk I sought out Sola, whom I found working by the light of a torch upon some of Tars Tarkas' trappings.[right-post] She looked up at my approach, her face lighting with pleasure and with welcome.

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 12 Oct 2014 16:52:00 -0700

Slowly she drifted to the southeast, rising higher and higher as the flames ate away her wooden parts and diminished the weight upon her. Ascending to the roof of the building I watched her for hours, until finally she was lost in the dim vistas of the distance. The sight was awe-inspiring in the extreme as one contemplated this mighty floating funeral pyre, drifting unguided and unmanned through the lonely wastes of the Martian heavens; a derelict of death and destruction, typifying the life story of these strange and ferocious creatures into whose unfriendly hands fate had carried it.

Much depressed, and, to me, unaccountably so, I slowly descended to the street. The scene I had witnessed seemed to mark the defeat and annihilation of the forces of a kindred people, rather than the routing by our green warriors of a horde of similar, though unfriendly, creatures. I could not fathom the seeming hallucination, nor could I free myself from it; but somewhere in the innermost recesses of my soul I felt a strange yearning toward these unknown foemen, and a mighty hope surged through me that the fleet would return and demand a reckoning from the green warriors who had so ruthlessly and wantonly attacked it.

Close at my heel, in his now accustomed place, followed Woola, the hound, and as I emerged upon the street Sola rushed up to me as though I had been the object of some search on her part. The cavalcade was returning to the plaza, the homeward march having been given up for that day; nor, in fact, was it recommenced for more than a week, owing to the fear of a return attack by the air craft.

Lorquas Ptomel was too astute an old warrior to be caught upon the open plains with a caravan of chariots and children, and so we remained at the deserted city until the danger seemed passed.

As Sola and I entered the plaza a sight met my eyes which filled my whole being with a great surge of mingled hope, fear, exultation, and depression, and yet most dominant was a subtle sense of relief and happiness; for just as we neared the throng of Martians I caught a glimpse of the prisoner from the battle craft who was being roughly dragged into a nearby building by a couple of green Martian females.

And the sight which met my eyes was that of a slender, girlish figure, similar in every detail to the earthly women of my past life. She did not see me at first, but just as she was disappearing through the portal of the building which was to be her prison she turned, and her eyes met mine. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect.

She was as destitute of clothes as the green Martians who accompanied her; indeed, save for her highly wrought ornaments she was entirely naked, nor could any apparel have enhanced the beauty of her perfect and symmetrical figure.

As her gaze rested on me her eyes opened wide in astonishment, and she made a little sign with her free hand; a sign which I did not, of course, understand. Just a moment we gazed upon each other, and then the look of hope and renewed courage which had glorified her face as she discovered me, faded into one of utter dejection, mingled with loathing and contempt. I realized I had not answered her signal, and ignorant as I was of Martian customs, I intuitively felt that she had made an appeal for succor and protection which my unfortunate ignorance had prevented me from answering. And then she was dragged out of my sight into the depths of the deserted edifice.

As I came back to myself I glanced at Sola, who had witnessed this encounter and I was surprised to note a strange expression upon her usually expressionless countenance. What her thoughts were I did not know, for as yet I had learned but little of the Martian tongue; enough only to suffice for my daily needs.

As I reached the doorway of our building a strange surprise awaited me. A warrior approached bearing the arms, ornaments, and full accouterments of his kind. These he presented to me with a few unintelligible words, and a bearing at once respectful and menacing.[full-post]

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 11 Oct 2014 16:56:00 -0700

This midnight-spout had almost grown a forgotten thing, when, some days after, lo! at the same silent hour, it was again announced: again it was descried by all; but upon making sail to overtake it, once more it disappeared as if it had never been. And so it served us night after night, till no one heeded it but to wonder at it. Mysteriously jetted into the clear moonlight, or starlight, as the case might be; disappearing again for one whole day, or two days, or three; and somehow seeming at every distinct repetition to be advancing still further and further in our van, this solitary jet seemed for ever alluring us on.

Nor with the immemorial superstition of their race, and in accordance with the preternaturalness, as it seemed, which in many things invested the Pequod, were there wanting some of the seamen who swore that whenever and wherever descried; at however remote times, or in however far apart latitudes and longitudes, that unnearable spout was cast by one self-same whale; and that whale, Moby Dick. For a time, there reigned, too, a sense of peculiar dread at this flitting apparition, as if it were treacherously beckoning us on and on, in order that the monster might turn round upon us, and rend us at last in the remotest and most savage seas.

These temporary apprehensions, so vague but so awful, derived a wondrous potency from the contrasting serenity of the weather, in which, beneath all its blue blandness, some thought there lurked a devilish charm, as for days and days we voyaged along, through seas so wearily, lonesomely mild, that all space, in repugnance to our vengeful errand, seemed vacating itself of life before our urn-like prow.

But, at last, when turning to the eastward, the Cape winds began howling around us, and we rose and fell upon the long, troubled seas that are there; when the ivory-tusked Pequod sharply bowed to the blast, and gored the dark waves in her madness, till, like showers of silver chips, the foam-flakes flew over her bulwarks; then all this desolate vacuity of life went away, but gave place to sights more dismal than before.

Close to our bows, strange forms in the water darted hither and thither before us; while thick in our rear flew the inscrutable sea-ravens. And every morning, perched on our stays, rows of these birds were seen; and spite of our hootings, for a long time obstinately clung to the hemp, as though they deemed our ship some drifting, uninhabited craft; a thing appointed to desolation, and therefore fit roosting-place for their homeless selves. And heaved and heaved, still unrestingly heaved the black sea, as if its vast tides were a conscience; and the great mundane soul were in anguish and remorse for the long sin and suffering it had bred.

Cape of Good Hope, do they call ye? Rather Cape Tormentoto, as called of yore; for long allured by the perfidious silences that before had attended us, we found ourselves launched into this tormented sea, where guilty beings transformed into those fowls and these fish, seemed condemned to swim on everlastingly without any haven in store, or beat that black air without any horizon. But calm, snow-white, and unvarying; still directing its fountain of feathers to the sky; still beckoning us on from before, the solitary jet would at times be descried.

During all this blackness of the elements, Ahab, though assuming for the time the almost continual command of the drenched and dangerous deck, manifested the gloomiest reserve; and more seldom than ever addressed his mates. In tempestuous times like these, after everything above and aloft has been secured, nothing more can be done but passively to await the issue of the gale. Then Captain and crew become practical fatalists. So, with his ivory leg inserted into its accustomed hole, and with one hand firmly grasping a shroud, Ahab for hours and hours would stand gazing dead to windward, while an occasional squall of sleet or snow would all but congeal his very eyelashes together. Meantime, the crew driven from the forward part of the ship by the perilous seas that burstingly broke over its bows, stood in a line along the bulwarks in the waist; and the better to guard against the leaping waves, each man had slipped himself into a sort of bowline secured to the rail, in which he swung as in a loosened belt. Few or no words were spoken; and the silent ship, as if manned by painted sailors in wax, day after day tore on through all the swift madness and gladness of the demoniac waves. By night the same muteness of humanity before the shrieks of the ocean prevailed; still in silence the men swung in the bowlines; still wordless Ahab stood up to the blast. Even when wearied nature seemed demanding repose he would not seek that repose in his hammock. Never could Starbuck forget the old man's aspect, when one night going down into the cabin to mark how the barometer stood, he saw him with closed eyes sitting straight in his floor-screwed chair; the rain and half-melted sleet of the storm from which he had some time before emerged, still slowly dripping from the unremoved hat and coat. On the table beside him lay unrolled one of those charts of tides and currents which have previously been spoken of. His lantern swung from his tightly clenched hand. Though the body was erect, the head was thrown back so that the closed eyes were pointed towards the needle of the tell-tale that swung from a beam in the ceiling.* [right-side]

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 6 Oct 2014 19:41:00 -0700

"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.

"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."

It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.
"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."

The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.

"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."

The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.

"It was in the summer of 2013 that the Plague came. I was twenty-seven years old, and well do I remember it. Wireless despatches—"
Hare-Lip spat loudly his disgust, and Granser hastened to make amends.

"We talked through the air in those days, thousands and thousands of miles. And the word came of a strange disease that had broken out in New York. There were seventeen millions of people living then in that noblest city of America. Nobody thought anything about the news. It was only a small thing. There had been only a few deaths. It seemed, though, that they had died very quickly, and that one of the first signs of the disease was the turning red of the face and all the body. Within twenty-four hours came the report of the first case in Chicago. And on the same day, it was made public that London, the greatest city in the world, next to Chicago, had been secretly fighting the plague for two weeks and censoring the news despatches—that is, not permitting the word to go forth to the rest of the world that London had the plague. [left-side]

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 28 Sep 2014 16:59:00 -0700

"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"

During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the Henrietta ploughed across the waves like a real trans-Atlantic steamer.

Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had the crew seen so jolly and dexterous a fellow. He formed warm friendships with the sailors, and amazed them with his acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the vessel like gentlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes. His loquacious good-humour infected everyone. He had forgotten the past, its vexations and delays. He only thought of the end, so nearly accomplished; and sometimes he boiled over with impatience, as if heated by the furnaces of the Henrietta. Often, also, the worthy fellow revolved around Fix, looking at him with a keen, distrustful eye; but he did not speak to him, for their old intimacy no longer existed.

Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of what was going on. The conquest of the Henrietta, the bribery of the crew, Fogg managing the boat like a skilled seaman, amazed and confused him. He did not know what to think. For, after all, a man who began by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds might end by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not unnaturally inclined to conclude that the Henrietta under Fogg's command, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to some part of the world where the robber, turned into a pirate, would quietly put himself in safety. The conjecture was at least a plausible one, and the detective began to seriously regret that he had embarked on the affair.
As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and growl in his cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry him his meals, courageous as he was, took the greatest precautions. Mr. Fogg did not seem even to know that there was a captain on board.

On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of Newfoundland, a dangerous locality; during the winter, especially, there are frequent fogs and heavy gales of wind. Ever since the evening before the barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an approaching change in the atmosphere; and during the night the temperature varied, the cold became sharper, and the wind veered to the south-east.
This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate from his course, furled his sails and increased the force of the steam; but the vessel's speed slackened, owing to the state of the sea, the long waves of which broke against the stern. She pitched violently, and this retarded her progress. The breeze little by little swelled into a tempest, and it was to be feared that the Henrietta might not be able to maintain herself upright on the waves.

Passepartout's visage darkened with the skies, and for two days the poor fellow experienced constant fright. But Phileas Fogg was a bold mariner, and knew how to maintain headway against the sea; and he kept on his course, without even decreasing his steam. The Henrietta, when she could not rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, but passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of the water, beating its protruding end, when a mountain of water raised the stern above the waves; but the craft always kept straight ahead.

The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as might have been feared; it was not one of those tempests which burst, and rush on with a speed of ninety miles an hour. It continued fresh, but, unhappily, it remained obstinately in the south-east, rendering the sails useless.

The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Phileas Fogg's departure from London, and the Henrietta had not yet been seriously delayed. Half of the voyage was almost accomplished, and the worst localities had been passed. In summer, success would have been well-nigh certain. In winter, they were at the mercy of the bad season. Passepartout said nothing; but he cherished hope in secret, and comforted himself with the reflection that, if the wind failed them, they might still count on the steam.

On this day the engineer came on deck, went up to Mr. Fogg, and began to speak earnestly with him. Without knowing why it was a presentiment, perhaps Passepartout became vaguely uneasy. He would have given one of his ears to hear with the other what the engineer was saying. He finally managed to catch a few words, and was sure he heard his master say, "You are certain of what you tell me?"

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 23 Sep 2014 15:08:00 -0700

My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky. The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs. The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the crossroads.

"Good heavens!" cried Mrs. Elphinstone. "What is this you are driving us into?"
My brother stopped.

For the main road was a boiling stream of people, a torrent of human beings rushing northward, one pressing on another. A great bank of dust, white and luminous in the blaze of the sun, made everything within twenty feet of the ground grey and indistinct and was perpetually renewed by the hurrying feet of a dense crowd of horses and of men and women on foot, and by the wheels of vehicles of every description.

"Way!" my brother heard voices crying. "Make way!"

It was like riding into the smoke of a fire to approach the meeting point of the lane and road; the crowd roared like a fire, and the dust was hot and pungent. And, indeed, a little way up the road a villa was burning and sending rolling masses of black smoke across the road to add to the confusion.

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Two men came past them. Then a dirty woman, carrying a heavy bundle and weeping. A lost retriever dog, with hanging tongue, circled dubiously round them, scared and wretched, and fled at my brother's threat.

So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in between the villas on either side; the black heads, the crowded forms, grew into distinctness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.
"Go on! Go on!" cried the voices. "Way! Way!"

One man's hands pressed on the back of another. My brother stood at the pony's head. Irresistibly attracted, he advanced slowly, pace by pace, down the lane.

"To think of it! I've seen this beach alive with men, women, and children on a pleasant Sunday. And there weren't any bears to eat them up, either. And right up there on the cliff was a big restaurant where you could get anything you wanted to eat. Four million people lived in San Francisco then. And now, in the whole city and county there aren't forty all told. And out there on the sea were ships and ships always to be seen, going in for the Golden Gate or coming out. And airships in the air—dirigibles and flying machines. They could travel two hundred miles an hour. The mail contracts with the New York and San Francisco Limited demanded that for the minimum. There was a chap, a Frenchman, I forget his name, who succeeded in making three hundred; but the thing was risky, too risky for conservative persons. But he was on the right clew, and he would have managed it if it hadn't been for the Great Plague. When I was a boy, there were men alive who remembered the coming of the first aeroplanes, and now I have lived to see the last of them, and that sixty years ago."

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The old man babbled on, unheeded by the boys, who were long accustomed to his garrulousness, and whose vocabularies, besides, lacked the greater portion of the words he used. It was noticeable that in these rambling soliloquies his English seemed to recrudesce into better construction and phraseology. But when he talked directly with the boys it lapsed, largely, into their own uncouth and simpler forms.

"But there weren't many crabs in those days," the old man wandered on. "They were fished out, and they were great delicacies. The open season was only a month long, too. And now crabs are accessible the whole year around. Think of it—catching all the crabs you want, any time you want, in the surf of the Cliff House beach!"

A sudden commotion among the goats brought the boys to their feet. The dogs about the fire rushed to join their snarling fellow who guarded the goats, while the goats themselves stampeded in the direction of their human protectors. A half dozen forms, lean and gray, glided about on the sand hillocks and faced the bristling dogs. Edwin arched an arrow that fell short. But Hare-Lip, with a sling such as David carried into battle against Goliath, hurled a stone through the air that whistled from the speed of its flight. It fell squarely among the wolves and caused them to slink away toward the dark depths of the eucalyptus forest.

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 20 Sep 2014 17:27:00 -0700

Yet so vain is man, and so blinded by his vanity, that no writer, up to the very end of the nineteenth century, expressed any idea that intelligent life might have developed there far, or indeed at all, beyond its earthly level. Nor was it generally understood that since Mars is older than our earth, with scarcely a quarter of the superficial area and remoter from the sun, it necessarily follows that it is not only more distant from time's beginning but nearer its end.

The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour. Its physical condition is still largely a mystery, but we know now that even in its equatorial region the midday temperature barely approaches that of our coldest winter. Its air is much more attenuated than ours, its oceans have shrunk until they cover but a third of its surface, and as its slow seasons change huge snowcaps gather and melt about either pole and periodically inundate its temperate zones. That last stage of exhaustion, which to us is still incredibly remote, has become a present-day problem for the inhabitants of Mars. The immediate pressure of necessity has brightened their intellects, enlarged their powers, and hardened their hearts. And looking across space with instruments, and intelligences such as we have scarcely dreamed of, they see, at its nearest distance only 35,000,000 of miles sunward of them, a morning star of hope, our own warmer planet, green with vegetation and grey with water, with a cloudy atmosphere eloquent of fertility, with glimpses through its drifting cloud wisps of broad stretches of populous country and narrow, navy-crowded seas.

And we men, the creatures who inhabit this earth, must be to them at least as alien and lowly as are the monkeys and lemurs to us. The intellectual side of man already admits that life is an incessant struggle for existence, and it would seem that this too is the belief of the minds upon Mars. Their world is far gone in its cooling and this world is still crowded with life, but crowded only with what they regard as inferior animals. To carry warfare sunward is, indeed, their only escape from the destruction that, generation after generation, creeps upon them.

And before we judge of them too harshly we must remember what ruthless and utter destruction our own species has wrought, not only upon animals, such as the vanished bison and the dodo, but upon its inferior races. The Tasmanians, in spite of their human likeness, were entirely swept out of existence in a war of extermination waged by European immigrants, in the space of fifty years. Are we such apostles of mercy as to complain if the Martians warred in the same spirit?

Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them human.

The church bells were ringing for evensong, and a squad of Salvation Army lassies came singing down Waterloo Road. On the bridge a number of loafers were watching a curious brown scum that came drifting down the stream in patches. The sun was just setting, and the Clock Tower and the Houses of Parliament rose against one of the most peaceful skies it is possible to imagine, a sky of gold, barred with long transverse stripes of reddish-purple cloud. There was talk of a floating body. One of the men there, a reservist he said he was, told my brother he had seen the heliograph flickering in the west.

Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily purchased, Mr
Fogg was crossing the station to the train, when he perceived his five friends of the Reform
"Well, gentlemen," said he, "I'm off, you see; and, if you will examine my passport when I get back, you will be able to judge whether I have accomplished the journey agreed upon
" "Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr
Fogg," said Ralph politely

In Wellington Street my brother met a couple of sturdy roughs who had just been rushed out of Fleet Street with still-wet newspapers and staring placards. "Dreadful catastrophe!" they bawled one to the other down Wellington Street. "Fighting at Weybridge! Full description! Repulse of the Martians! London in Danger!" He had to give threepence for a copy of that paper.

Then it was, and then only, that he realised something of the full power and terror of these monsters. He learned that they were not merely a handful of small sluggish creatures, but that they were minds swaying vast mechanical bodies; and that they could move swiftly and smite with such power that even the mightiest guns could not stand against them.

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 9 Sep 2014 19:38:00 -0700

There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'I wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to begin with.'

'A barrowful of WHAT?' thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not do that again!' which produced another dead silence.

Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's sure to make SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.'

So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.

'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.'

It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.
An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.

Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.
This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.

'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see—how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?'

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As I walked, my eyes were bent upon the beach so that it was not until I had come quite upon it that I discovered that which shattered all my beautiful dream of solitude and safety and peace and primal overlordship. The thing was a hollowed log drawn upon the sands, and in the bottom of it lay a crude paddle.

The rude shock of awakening to what doubtless might prove some new form of danger was still upon me when I heard a rattling of loose stones from the direction of the bluff, and turning my eyes in that direction I beheld the author of the disturbance, a great copper-colored man, running rapidly toward me.

There was that in the haste with which he came which seemed quite sufficiently menacing, so that I did not need the added evidence of brandishing spear and scowling face to warn me that I was in no safe position, but whither to flee was indeed a momentous question.

The speed of the fellow seemed to preclude the possibility of escaping him upon the open beach. There was but a single alternative—the rude skiff—and with a celerity which equaled his, I pushed the thing into the sea and as it floated gave a final shove and clambered in over the end.

A cry of rage rose from the owner of the primitive craft, and an instant later his heavy, stone-tipped spear grazed my shoulder and buried itself in the bow of the boat beyond. Then I grasped the paddle, and with feverish haste urged the awkward, wobbly thing out upon the surface of the sea.

A glance over my shoulder showed me that the copper-colored one had plunged in after me and was swimming rapidly in pursuit. His mighty strokes bade fair to close up the distance between us in short order, for at best I could make but slow progress with my unfamiliar craft, which nosed stubbornly in every direction but that which I desired to follow, so that fully half my energy was expended in turning its blunt prow back into the course.

I had covered some hundred yards from shore when it became evident that my pursuer must grasp the stern of the skiff within the next half-dozen strokes. In a frenzy of despair, I bent to the grandfather of all paddles in a hopeless effort to escape, and still the copper giant behind me gained and gained.
His hand was reaching upward for the stern when I saw a sleek, sinuous body shoot from the depths below. The man saw it too, and the look of terror that overspread his face assured me that I need have no further concern as to him, for the fear of certain death was in his look.

And then about him coiled the great, slimy folds of a hideous monster of that prehistoric deep—a mighty serpent of the sea, with fanged jaws, and darting forked tongue, with bulging eyes, and bony protuberances upon head and snout that formed short, stout horns.

As I looked at that hopeless struggle my eyes met those of the doomed man, and I could have sworn that in his I saw an expression of hopeless appeal. But whether I did or not there swept through me a sudden compassion for the fellow. He was indeed a brother-man, and that he might have killed me with pleasure had he caught me was forgotten in the extremity of his danger.

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At dawn on the 13th the Carnatic entered the port of Yokohama. This is an important port of call in the Pacific, where all the mail-steamers, and those carrying travellers between North America, China, Japan, and the Oriental islands put in. It is situated in the bay of Yeddo, and at but a short distance from that second capital of the Japanese Empire, and the residence of the Tycoon, the civil Emperor, before the Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office in his own. The Carnatic anchored at the quay near the custom-house, in the midst of a crowd of ships bearing the flags of all nations.

Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious territory of the Sons of the Sun. He had nothing better to do than, taking chance for his guide, to wander aimlessly through the streets of Yokohama. He found himself at first in a thoroughly European quarter, the houses having low fronts, and being adorned with verandas, beneath which he caught glimpses of neat peristyles. This quarter occupied, with its streets, squares, docks, and warehouses, all the space between the "promontory of the Treaty" and the river. Here, as at Hong Kong and Calcutta, were mixed crowds of all races, Americans and English, Chinamen and Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to buy or sell anything. The Frenchman felt himself as much alone among them as if he had dropped down in the midst of Hottentots.

He had, at least, one resource to call on the French and English consuls at Yokohama for assistance. But he shrank from telling the story of his adventures, intimately connected as it was with that of his master; and, before doing so, he determined to exhaust all other means of aid. As chance did not favour him in the European quarter, he penetrated that inhabited by the native Japanese, determined, if necessary, to push on to Yeddo.

The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, after the goddess of the sea, who is worshipped on the islands round about. There Passepartout beheld beautiful fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a singular architecture, bridges half hid in the midst of bamboos and reeds, temples shaded by immense cedar-trees, holy retreats where were sheltered Buddhist priests and sectaries of Confucius, and interminable streets, where a perfect harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked children, who looked as if they had been cut out of Japanese screens, and who were playing in the midst of short-legged poodles and yellowish cats, might have been gathered.

The streets were crowded with people. Priests were passing in processions, beating their dreary tambourines; police and custom-house officers with pointed hats encrusted with lac and carrying two sabres hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in blue cotton with white stripes, and bearing guns; the Mikado's guards, enveloped in silken doubles, hauberks and coats of mail; and numbers of military folk of all ranks—for the military profession is as much respected in Japan as it is despised in China—went hither and thither in groups and pairs. Passepartout saw, too, begging friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple civilians, with their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts, slender legs, short stature, and complexions varying from copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, like the Chinese, from whom the Japanese widely differ. He did not fail to observe the curious equipages—carriages and palanquins, barrows supplied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the women—whom he thought not especially handsome—who took little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth fashionably blackened, and gowns crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from the dames of Japan.

Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of this motley crowd, looking in at the windows of the rich and curious shops, the jewellery establishments glittering with quaint Japanese ornaments, the restaurants decked with streamers and banners, the tea-houses, where the odorous beverage was being drunk with saki, a liquor concocted from the fermentation of rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses, where they were puffing, not opium, which is almost unknown in Japan, but a very fine, stringy tobacco. He went on till he found himself in the fields, in the midst of vast rice plantations. There he saw dazzling camellias expanding themselves, with flowers which were giving forth their last colours and perfumes, not on bushes, but on trees, and within bamboo enclosures, cherry, plum, and apple trees, which the Japanese cultivate rather for their blossoms than their fruit, and which queerly-fashioned, grinning scarecrows protected from the sparrows, pigeons, ravens, and other voracious birds. On the branches of the cedars were perched large eagles; amid the foliage of the weeping willows were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on every hand were crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and a multitude of cranes, which the Japanese consider sacred, and which to their minds symbolise long life and prosperity.

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The storm burst upon us six years ago now. As Mars approached opposition, Lavelle of Java set the wires of the astronomical exchange palpitating with the amazing intelligence of a huge outbreak of incandescent gas upon the planet. It had occurred towards midnight of the twelfth; and the spectroscope, to which he had at once resorted, indicated a mass of flaming gas, chiefly hydrogen, moving with an enormous velocity towards this earth. This jet of fire had become invisible about a quarter past twelve. He compared it to a colossal puff of flame suddenly and violently squirted out of the planet, "as flaming gases rushed out of a gun."

In spite of all that has happened since, I still remember that vigil very distinctly: the black and silent observatory, the shadowed lantern throwing a feeble glow upon the floor in the corner, the steady ticking of the clockwork of the telescope, the little slit in the roof--an oblong profundity with the stardust streaked across it. Ogilvy moved about, invisible but audible. Looking through the telescope, one saw a circle of deep blue and the little round planet swimming in the field. It seemed such a little thing, so bright and small and still, faintly marked with transverse stripes, and slightly flattened from the perfect round. But so little it was, so silvery warm--a pin's-head of light! It was as if it quivered, but really this was the telescope vibrating with the activity of the clockwork that kept the planet in view.

As I watched, the planet seemed to grow larger and smaller and to advance and recede, but that was simply that my eye was tired. Forty millions of miles it was from us--more than forty millions of miles of void. Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims.

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. You know how that blackness looks on a frosty starlight night. In a telescope it seems far profounder. And invisible to me because it was so remote and small, flying swiftly and steadily towards me across that incredible distance, drawing nearer every minute by so many thousands of miles, came the Thing they were sending us, the Thing that was to bring so much struggle and calamity and death to the earth. I never dreamed of it then as I watched; no one on earth dreamed of that unerring missile.

That night, too, there was another jetting out of gas from the distant planet. I saw it. A reddish flash at the edge, the slightest projection of the outline just as the chronometer struck midnight; and at that I told Ogilvy and he took my place. The night was warm and I was thirsty, and I went stretching my legs clumsily and feeling my way in the darkness, to the little table where the siphon stood, while Ogilvy exclaimed at the streamer of gas that came out towards us.

That night another invisible missile started on its way to the earth from Mars, just a second or so under twenty-four hours after the first one. I remember how I sat on the table there in the blackness, with patches of green and crimson swimming before my eyes. I wished I had a light to smoke by, little suspecting the meaning of the minute gleam I had seen and all that it would presently bring me. Ogilvy watched till one, and then gave it up; and we lit the lantern and walked over to his house. Down below in the darkness were Ottershaw and Chertsey and all their hundreds of people, sleeping in peace.

"An' you ain't never seen bad luck," Edwin concluded triumphantly. "You're just as bad as Granser and his germs. You believe in what you don't see. Go on, Granser."

He was full of speculation that night about the condition of Mars, and scoffed at the vulgar idea of its having inhabitants who were signalling us. His idea was that meteorites might be falling in a heavy shower upon the planet, or that a huge volcanic explosion was in progress. He pointed out to me how unlikely it was that organic evolution had taken the same direction in the two adjacent planets.
"The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one," he said.

Hundreds of observers saw the flame that night and the night after about midnight, and again the night after; and so for ten nights, a flame each night. Why the shots ceased after the tenth no one on earth has attempted to explain. It may be the gases of the firing caused the Martians inconvenience. Dense clouds of smoke or dust, visible through a powerful telescope on earth as little grey, fluctuating patches, spread through the clearness of the planet's atmosphere and obscured its more familiar features.